1.英文写景的诗
—–Tom Jones 汤姆.琼斯
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and PaPa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green green,grass of home
Yes,they’ll all come to meet me arms reaching sweeting
It’s good to touch the green green,grass fo home
The old house is still standing
though the paint is cricket and dry
And there’s that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cheries
It’s good to touch the green green,grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize yes I was only dreaming
There’s a guard,and there’s a sad old padre
Arm and arm we’ll walk at day break
Again I’ll touch the green green,grass of home
Yes,they’ll all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath
2.关于人景物的英语句子大全
一条条小河宛如蓝色的缎带缠绕着一望无际的绿色田野，远处一座座造型古朴、色彩和谐的小屋，一派美丽动人的田园风光！
A creek twines the vast green field just like the blue color satin ribbon, a distant place modelling is being plain, color harmonious hut, a school of beautiful moving rural scenery!
一座座古老的风车，风车的风叶像张开的翅膀，迎风转动，与绿草、野花构成了独特的景致更为这童话般世界增添神奇色彩！
An ancient windmill, windmill’s wind leaf opens likely the wing, rotates against the wind, with the green grass, the wild flower constituted the unique view this fairy tale world addition mysterious color!
一对对色彩鲜艳、精致绚丽，象征着甜蜜爱情的木鞋！还有那华丽的郁金香倾倒无数情人……
郁金香飘香的季节，娇艳妩媚的女孩的笑容如花传芬芳……
幽幽湖边，风车，绿草，小房，多惬意
红红火火郁金香花田，阵阵芳香，风车悠悠转！这是梦吗？
A right color bright, fine gorgeous, is drafting the happy love sabot likely! Also has that magnificent tulip to fall the season which innumerable sweetheart 。。 the tulip smells as sweet, the tender and beautiful charming girl’s smiling face like flower passes on fragrantly 。。
Spooky bund, windmill, green grass, den, satisfied prosperous curcuma fragrant flowers field, intermittent fragrant, windmill long extension! This is the dream?
高高的建筑也是一种艺术品，古典、优雅，像一幅浓郁的油漆彩画！
到处弥漫着绿色，连空气也飘着青草味
四周一片绿油油，绿色的惊艳，风车也停下来，陶醉在美景中……
The high construction is also one kind of artware, is classical, is graceful, looks like a rich paint color painting! everywhere is filling the green, is also fluttering including the air green grass taste all around green and glossy, the green startled colorful, the windmill also stops down, is infatuated with in the beautiful scene
3.写景的英文诗歌
第一段写景，写的不错！
The Wild Swans at Coole
W.B. Yeats
THE TREES are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones 5
Are nine and fifty swans.
The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount 10
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight, 15
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold, 20
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water 25
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away? 30
库尔的野天鹅
威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
树木披上绚烂的秋装，
林中的小径晒得干爽。
十月的微曦朦胧，
一片静空铺水中。
一湖秋水，满池卵石，
五十九只天鹅在悠游。
自我第一次来此数天鹅，
十九个秋天已悄然逝过。
正当我数着，我看见，
天鹅突然成群冲向蓝天
然后散开，绕着残缺的围圆飞行，
喧闹地扑棱着翅膀。
看着这灿烂的生灵，
我感到痛苦忧伤。
沧桑巨变，自从我乘着日色苍茫
在湖畔第一次听到
它们在我头顶盘旋时钟摆似的飞翔，
那时我的步伐多么轻盈。
它们比翼双飞，永不厌倦，
时而荡桨于多情的湖面，
时而双翮凌空，一举千里，
活力永不衰减。
不论游往何地，激情和志向，
将伴随它们，日久天长。
如今，他们悠游于幽静的水面，
神秘而又美妍。
他们将沿着怎样的湖边，
在怎样的蒲苇中筑起家园，
让人们把喜悦写入眼帘，
当某天早晨我突然起身，
发现它们早已杳无踪痕
4.关于风景英语句子大全
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness。
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
spring is a lot of rain,summer is hot,autumn is the best season in a year,it is cool and busy ,winter is cold and sonetimes snowy.
春天是多雨的，夏天是炎热的，秋天是一年中最好的季节，它很凉爽7a64e4b893e5b19e31333361323538而且忙碌，冬天是寒冷的，有时会下雪。
5.有关于风景的诗歌,英语,
选了几个还不错的。
这个里面都是英文的诗词。
6.描写春天美景的英语诗句
诗歌。
一。 Spring Robert McCracken Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen 二。
April Days Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When witer and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days. Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still, And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell, And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days! Springtime When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere. Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun’s warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways. The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound. Kenng Rutherford 诗句。 when in spring the sweet showers fall That pierce winter’s drought to the root and all。
文章。 A Spring Morning It was early in the spring morning. The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon? emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky. Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun. The lake? the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded. The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine. Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly. Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks. A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake? where a sort of stream rose? forming a thin mist. It was really a morning of beauty? of vigor and of hope. Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions. What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips and proud trumpeting daffodils and narcissi. Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it. Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight. In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway.”I know you are out there,”I cry.”Come in”And April slips into our arms. The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands. Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?。
7.描写春天美景的英语诗句
诗歌。
一。 Spring Robert McCracken Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen 二。
April Days Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When witer and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days. Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still, And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell, And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days! Springtime When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere. Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun’s warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways. The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound. Kenng Rutherford 诗句。 when in spring the sweet showers fall That pierce winter’s drought to the root and all。
文章。 A Spring Morning It was early in the spring morning. The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon? emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky. Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun. The lake? the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded. The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine. Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly. Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks. A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake? where a sort of stream rose? forming a thin mist. It was really a morning of beauty? of vigor and of hope. Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions. What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips and proud trumpeting daffodils and narcissi. Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it. Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight. In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway.”I know you are out there,”I cry.”Come in”And April slips into our arms. The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands. Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?。
